He shifted her onto his lap and gently felt the forbidden areas of her chest, and the deep valley between them, recalling as he did so, that fateful night on her roof when he saw her bathing...
He wondered if she was in a lot of pain every day with how tightly she was binding her chest to try and hide her curves.
He wished he was in a position to tell her not to keep doing that; was her mother aware of this unhealthy practice?
When he was done, he had to stop and take a moment to recompose himself.
His mind was really in overdrive now. It had wandered into places it shouldn't and then kept right on wandering... off the cliff and into the fiery pit.
He tried chanting his Confucian Analects.
It was definitely the right call to avoid looking. Touching had already been more than he could handle without adding another vision he knew he wouldn't be able to forget in a hurry... Make that, ever...
